Good morning, sir.
And they walk down the path, disappear around the bend.
VANITY is standing by his side, a
wildflower in her hands–
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have
said those things. Will you
He takes the flower, slips it into his
jacket, kisses her forehead.
(60) EXT. GLADE AND BARN — DAWN
as they ride down a leaf-strewn path and
pull to a stop near an old, weathered,
dilapidated BARN. It stands large and
silent like a painting. A low THUNDER
rolls across the land…
(61) INT. BARN — DAWN
DAWN LIGHT burns through the wooden
slats… STEAM rises from the wet hay
scattered throughout. The air is thick
and damp. It begins to RAIN.
Vanity stands in the middle of the barn,
gazing at the storm. Beads of
perspiration glisten on her forehead.
She turns slowly, watches as Prince
retrieves old blankets from a nearby
stall. Their eyes search one another
out, their breathing becomes short,
expectant. She hesitates a moment, then
pulls off her blouse, discards it to the
moist, dusty floor.